the books

“The book dies a real death for me when I write the last word. I have a little sorrow and then go on to a new book which is alive. The rows of my books on the shelf are to me like very well embalmed corpses. They are neither alive nor mine. I have no sorrow for them because I have forgotten them, forgotten in its truest sense.” – John Steinbeck

“When a book is done, he has his own life and you forget about him. He goes and lives alone; he takes an apartment.” – Oriana Fallaci